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Whether it had been hours, days, or weeks since she had been placed in this small and lightless cell, Karla would never know. She had eaten a couple of meals of the awful porridge and water. After the initial reprimand she had gotten she always ate what she was given. She was hungry anyway, so it wasn’t as hard.
Karla hoped that people were looking for her and she would soon be rescued. She had long stopped trying to look through the darkness to try to figure out where the door was. She had felt over the entire surface of the cell and could not make out any distinguishing characteristics. Her voice was hoarse after hours and hours of alternating between yelling at her unseen captor and screaming for help. Karla had stopped crying. She was sinking further into helplessness. She spent most of the time lying in a ball on the floor.
A BLINDING light caused Karla to yelp hoarsely and cower in alarm.
Strong arms grabbed Karla and dragged her from the cell. She was completely disoriented and the light
was causing her eyes pain, even though they were closed.
“STAND UP!” A voice shouted as she was dragged to a standing position. Karla hadn’t been resisting intentionally. She started to shake violently. She managed to stand alone. She still couldn’t open her eyes. She wondered if they would ever be able to readjust to this searing light.
“Turn!” Hands pushed her and she complied. After a moment the order was repeated, the hands shoved her into the desired position so she was standing in a different direction.
“P-p-please…” Karla croaked.
“Shut up! Do not speak unless told to. Where you told to speak?”
“N-no.”
Smack, a hand fell sharply across her cheek. “Were you told to speak?”
Karla remained silent. She tried to open her eyes but found that the light was still too strong for them. She was then abruptly repositioned for a fourth time.
“Okay, got ‘em.” Came a male voice from across the room. “She’s all yours.”
Karla could not figure out what this meant as the rough hands grabbed her and started to move her somewhere else. She was finally beginning to get her bearings and was even able to open her eyes a little bit. Karla began to fight back. She resisted the guidance of the hands and began to kick in the direction that they were coming from. She made contact with something and heard a groan.
The voice from across the room laughed, “All the bitches always get ya, you should know that by now.”
Karla was grabbed tightly and her arms were pinned beside her. She continued to struggle when her captor’s voice harshly whispered in her ear, “You have chosen the hard path.” After this, she was briefly let go and then felt a strong jolt of electricity in her shoulder that sent her falling to the floor.
In the moment that she was incapacitated she was scooped up off of the floor and laid on a cold table of some sort. Almost as quickly as she was deposited onto the table, her arms and legs were tightly secured with restraints. A band was then tightened around her forehead, which made her not able to raise her head or turn her head from side to side. After this was completed, the man who put her there left the room. Karla knew this because she heard the retreat of footsteps followed by the opening and closing of a door. It seemed she was now alone.
Strapped to the table and feeling vulnerable, Karla did the only thing she could think of to try to regain some control of her situation. She worked on adjusting her eyes to the light. It was hard, much harder than waking up and adjusting to a bedside light. She had been not exposed to light for longer than one night. Slowly Karla was able to open up one eye and then the other. For the first time she was able to take her new surroundings and found that there was nothing remarkable or revealing about where she was. In fact, in a way it was almost like it had been in her dark cell, except there was now light, harsh light.
She was in a white room. There were no windows and she could not see a door (although she could not look behind her). There were no shelves or cabinets. Everything was a “sterile” white. Straining her eyes downward Karla saw that she was on some sort of stainless steel table. She could not see what was holding her arms and legs down, but they were held down tightly enough that she could not move them. She tried to wiggle her hands and feet around, but nothing budged. Karla tried to move her head around again, she couldn’t. She began to cry for real this time. Tears rolling down her cheeks and onto the cold table below with hoarse sobs echoing in the room.
A sound behind her made Karla jump in spite of her tears. A gloved hand with a tissue reached out and a woman’s voice instructed her to “blow” which she did. The sound of high heels on the tile floor and the woman revealed herself to Karla. She was a severe looking woman who had a mysterious magnetism about her. She was not ugly. Karla couldn’t stop staring at her and was rendered speechless. The woman’s dark hair was pulled back tightly. She was wearing dark red lipstick and some rouge that defined her high cheekbones, but that was all the make up she had on. She didn’t need more. She seemed to be wearing a strapless leather garment, but Karla couldn’t get enough of a glimpse to be sure.
“You are wondering why you are here.
That will become more apparent in due time. All you need to know now is that this is the
beginning for you. Your life will become
all it was destined to be. You have been
selected by important people. You should
be honored.”
After hearing this, Karla snapped back to her senses. She found her anger and spat back “Fuck you, let me go.” The woman just chuckled in such a way that caused Karla to immediately shut up.
“I know that this is not how you feel, but that doesn’t matter. How you feel right now is not important. I know that this will change.” The woman said this as she reached down and sounded like she was sliding open a drawer. Raising her hand the woman showed Karla a pair of scissors before she started cutting at Karla’s clothes.
Karla started jerking at her arms and legs, “What are you doing? STOP it!”
The woman laughed cruelly again, “And how are you going to make me stop? It seems that you are pretty stuck there.” She snipped up the side of the skirt that Karla had been trying on in the store where she was taken and then pulled the garment from her.
“Stop it now or I will scream!” Karla croaked.
“And just who will hear you? Even if they could you can’t scream, you have been screaming too much as it is.” The woman started cutting off Karla’s top. “Besides, these things are pretty nasty, you have been in them for two weeks and we need to get rid of them. I don’t think they can be saved, so it’s better to destroy them.”
“Two weeks!” Thought Karla. It couldn’t have been that long. “You can’t do this to me. People will be looking for me.”
“It seems I can do whatever I want,” said the woman, “how are you going to stop me?” She snipped at Karla’s panties but didn’t pull them off. “And I suppose people might be looking for you, but I doubt it.” She snipped the straps and the sides of Karla’s bra but didn’t remove it either.
“People are looking for me and they WILL find me,” Karla said with what she hoped was authority, but she was scared.
The woman calmly reached below the table again and produced
some documents. “Karla Wilkes. Social Security number 077-00-9888. Currently a senior at
Karla reacted violently to this. “I don’t do drugs. What do you mean? You are just trying to mess with me! SHUT UP!”
From below the table the woman produced something that she quickly shoved in Karla’s mouth. It was a hard ball with straps that the woman brought under Karla’s head, with some difficulty, and buckled tightly. Karla continued to try to yell from behind this intruder, but she sounded ridiculous both from the gag and from the fact that her voice was already hoarse.
“I got tired of listening to you. You have to learn about you place. I am usually very patient at first. I always give leeway at first, one chance to break the rules without consequences. Unfortunately, you used that up when you kicked my assistant. You are now earning punishments. Keep this in mind. Now, about your drug problem….”
The woman produced a newspaper article and began to read. “’College student Karla Wilkes’s car was discovered late Tuesday night outside an abandoned building. Police investigators initially thought that it was foul play until they discovered trace amounts of cocaine in the car…Wilkes’s apartment had been packed up and it appears that she has left town. Upon further investigation, detectives have determined that Wilkes was dealing drugs and most likely had a significant drug history. They have ruled out foul play and have determined that Wilkes most likely skipped town with her drug supplier boyfriend. Wilkes’s father, Bud Wilkes, has publicly condemned his daughter. Neighbors said that they the Wilkes family was initially devastated by the news but then disowned their daughter once presented with the evidence of her crimes.’”
Finishing, the woman looked down at the girl glaring at her in shock. “It’s not a well written article, but now you know, people don’t care where you went. You broke their trust.” She laughed cruelly. “And now you belong to me.” She showed Karla the other documents she was holding, Karla’s birth certificate, social security card, and other important financial documents. “I will take care of these, you have no use for them anymore.”
She then whipped off Karla’s bra and panties, exposing her completely. Karla had never been naked in front of anyone she didn’t know before and she felt ashamed. Her breathing increased sharply and she was afraid she might hyperventilate.
The woman drew her fingers from Karla’s naked breasts down over her pubic mound and over her legs. “Now, we will prepare you for orientation. Behave and life will go well for you. Don’t behave and suffer the consequences. The choice is ultimately yours.”
As she said this, a young woman entered the room who was not much younger than Karla. From what Karla could tell, she was naked except for a collar. She gave a tray with items Karla couldn’t see to her captor and then left the room.
Pulling on the hair of Karla’s pussy, the woman said, “We will start with this”
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